Dewin took out a bottle of mana from his robes and gave its contents a swish. There wasn't much but hopefully it would do. He then popped the cork and poured the green liquid onto the feathered creature's wound. 

The raptor flinched but quickly calmed.  Dewin then watched as the wound expelled the arrow before healing entirely.

'Thank goodness that worked,' said Dewin.

The bird suddenly stood up onto its bare legs and gave out a squawk of glee as it spread and flapped its wings. It then grabbed Dewin by the robe in its beak and flung him onto its back. It took off with Dewin holding on for dear life.

Continue on.

To find out where the bird will take Dewin, turn to page 239